On Sunday morning, chances are
You will find me sitting here,
In a church pew among the friends
I've made throughout the years.
We sing many uplifting hymns
I think I know most by heart,
The choir sings beautifully too,
Each voice has their special part.
We have numerous happy times,
Baby Christening, a wedding for sure,
Homecomings, baptisms, holiday fairs,
And prayer meetings to keep up pure.
From time to time there is a funeral,
When a loved one has said "goodbye."
Here we have brothers and sisters
Who hold our hand and just let us cry.
Sometimes I come here and sit,
Just to be alone with God,
I talk to him freely as a friend
While life's journey I trod.
I'm glad churches were established
As time has come and gone,
God knew we would need guidance
And not have to travel the paths alone.
©Shirley J. Oremland
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